Wednesday, June 13, 2012

my religion


i am a mean old
my seer like insanity
brightly isolating me
from the sober darkness
of certainty

the fool i am playing
is a kind of
against death

Tuesday, June 12, 2012


like an octopus
i left her behind me
but still clung on
with a stick on pad/ so i could feel her heart /beat

enormous impossible
that is the btwigged truth
trust in me/ it's justice.
meat server/ rendevous in a bad park

god gor-geous
that licking stick
part truth part deaf to lies
bande/apart be a big winner/ be real